The masquerade bird

Two lower underlings within Bobbys business.

Two cuppas, one of them speak. With a digestive.

“There are rumours going around. a vigilante going about, a man who's taking justice under its wing”

He downs his digestive. An ominous swallow as the other slurps his coconut latte.

“He knows how to handle a construction hammer, able to wield it like he knows to club. Smacking throw. It hurts!”

“You know how he handles it?” Asked the other minion.

“Yeurh” he said, with a chunky slurp

“Rumours been have been going on, that our boss calls him, or a right proper c***.”